It was a perfect autumn day for a trip to Tom Campbell Hill. This has got to be Max’s favourite off-leash park, and mine too! It has such an historical sense about it and the views are 360 of the city. I stopped and took a photo. Indeed, we are back in Calgary!
It was a humid night. Nothing moved. I thought a lot throughout the night, even after writing a blog about bees and bee keepers and bee books. I just couldn’t sleep. The sky was grey on Bridge Street this morning; the first day of rain since my arrival and I lacked the motivation to go out and collect one misty drizzle-filled photograph of a house on Bridge Street.
Subsequently, here are my words. I dawned my hoodie and put socks on for the first day of my vacation…then the shoes…and loading Max into the van, headed for the Belleville off-leash area.
When we arrived, there were some other owners and their pooches, but it looked to me like I might have had an umbrella in order to fit in perfectly. But, have I ever really been concerned with that? A drizzle soon turned to a down-pour, but given the Ontario- air, it was still warm.
And suddenly I went to that experience of ‘memory’ and I returned to warm Ontario rains of my childhood. While dog-owners raced to their cars, pulling disappointed dogs behind them, I began my second loop of the park. (This is where the head leans back and the open-mouth turns to the sky…this is the moment when a person actually smiles in the rain.) Max’s body extended into a streamlined figure bulleting about the park in a wild frenzy of squirrel-chasing and bounding through the trees. We were both so happy that I just had to come here tonight to write it down…the happiness is written down here…a reference for me when I might forget.
I returned to Bridge Street where I hung out with my Mom and read Sisters in Two Worlds. I will finish this one off tonight. I continue to feel amazed by women and their hands…the work they do, the lives they touch.
Being here on Bridge Street is a blessing.